Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.